Tunes | Harry Styles

Meet me in the hallway

Today, I say my farewell to London. Today, I leave this house where Harry's and my friendship grew. Today, I say goodbye to my feelings for him too. It was the start and the ending of something new. The Tour will start and I shall focus on that now.

I've realized how much I've missed Harry too. He was right, we did become strangers for a while but I promised him I will make it up to him. I didn't notice how cold I've become to myself that I turned out to be someone else towards Harry and everyone else. I thought I was doing better when I've pushed him away, but it turned out to be the complete opposite. It was selfish.

The more you try not to love something, the more you hurt it.

"You're ready? The van will be here soon." Harry's knuckles knocked upon the door, peeking his head into the room, Rayban shades hovering above his curly locks.

"Almost," I say, zipping up my carry-on bag then draping my sweater over my shoulders then tying the sleeves. "You look, bougie..." He smirks playfully, opening the door fully and walking in. "Let me help you with that," He takes my bag. "What's the point of asking when you didn't wait for my reply?" I raised an eyebrow, shaking my head with a laugh. "Because I won't take no for an answer."

"Let's go." He lifts the bag over his shoulder, I following behind him. We reach outside, the van parked by the curb. I turn one last time, eyeing the house and the hovering dark skies above it. A feeling in me was loud that this may be the last time I'll see it but apart from me knew, I'll come back welcomed all over again.

"Louisa?" My name was called, a door sliding shut. I turn away, seeing Harry already in the van — leathered seats. "We won't be long gone," He says, features softening as he noticed me reminiscing about the place. I wearily smiled, getting in the van. "It already feels like we are," I say, reaching over the handle and sliding the door shut.

I felt like a new person, like a fruit glooming on its season. A new, better version of myself. I needed to let that part of myself go. The part of me loving Harry. Because if I do really love him, I should let him go. I never understood that concept till now. In the process of the strong feelings I had for him, I was eating myself away and becoming someone else that it affected our friendship. And so, I should choose.

Him? Or? Him?

We arrived at the airport, the rest of the band already there by the check-in counter. Hugs and greetings filled our little air. Excitement beaming our faces. Our journey will begin.

First-class seats, heaving plane and crowded seats, small chatters of conversations with the stewardess. "Here we are!" Harry sings, stopping by the two seats at the middle isle, glued together. "You and I?" I question, holding my heavy bag and almost tripping on my own feet. "You and I." He confirms, taking my bag and placing it below the seat, shutting it afterward.

"Good luck dealing with him," Mitch says loud enough as he walks past me with his bag pack slump over his shoulder, raising his brows in amusement and sitting by the window alone.

"Is he speaking from experience?" I ask, taking my seat. It was a comfortable leathered seat with the screen, water bottles prepared, clean, and sanitized as though no one has ever set here before. First-class things, I see.

"Well-", "Yes." Mitch cuts Harry off mid-sentence — two seats away from us, Sarah's laugh erupting at the other side. "I'm quite grumpy during flights..." Harry gives me an apologetic smile, taking the seat beside me, sighing in relief.

"Well, seems like I'm stuck with you for the next hours."

"When are you not anyway?" He smirks to himself, eyes shut and hands upon my stomach, face tilted back that revealed his defined jaw.